Tag Archives: Island House

Many JMG readers have written me over the last week, hoping for some inside scoop on the status of Key West’s Island House and the other popular gay guesthouses that are their Old Town neighbors. Today, we actually have some positive hurricane-related news. Via press release: Feeling humbled by our good luck, we’re happy to announce that the Island House, …

Alas, our annual holiday week at the eternally fabulous Island House is drawing to a close and tomorrow morning we’ll head back up the Overseas Highway to Fort Lauderdale. This year’s visit got off to a bit of a rainy start, but it’s been clear skies and 80 degrees ever since. (And yes, I’ve been noting the 10 degree wind …

Yesterday I arrived in Key West for my eighth (maybe ninth) annual holiday stay at the fabulous Island House. The joint was jumping last night but things are rather sedate at the moment due to the hour and a bit of warm rain. On Thursday I’ll be attending the book launch party for Ending Anita, our own Father Tony Adams’ …

Another week at the fabulous Island House come and gone in a blurry and very furry fog of Iced Teas and Blood Marys. Another week of Father Tony and Coach Mike yelling at me to stop working and get into the pool. Tomorrow we’ll be back up in Fort Lauderdale and on Sunday we’ll be at Hunters in Wilton Manors …

Father Tony and I arrived at the Island House with our buddy Mike on Saturday and as usual the place is full of JMG readers. So here’s a shout-out to the Atlanta crew, Edward from London, Paulo and Etienne from Nice, Roger from Raleigh, Andrew from Quebec City, and Chris and Carl from Sarasota. Next weekend I’ll be up in …

All is quiet at this early hour at the Island House. As usual there are some JMG readers here this week: two self-proclaimed “flying monkeys” from Minneapolis, Mike from Atlanta, Russ from Manhattan, and a boisterous bear couple from Surrey, England. Say hello, boys!

Staffers here at the Island House let me know that they’ve created a bear-centric parody of a recent underwear commercial partially filmed on their property. The Island House Key West extends a warm welcome to all types of gay men, regardless of body type! Unlike our wonderful friends at Andrew Christian, we don’t all have chiseled abs and perfect pectoral …

Father Tony and I arrived in Key West yesterday for our annual sojourn at the Island House. This morning I spotted these guys perched aboard the delivery scooter for the Old Town Bakery, my favorite breakfast spot on the island. The Mad Maxian delivery dude came out with an order, the pooches hunkered down, and off they zipped.

As many of you learned several weeks ago, Key West’s famed Island House resort is for sale following the December death of Martin Kay, who owned the business with Jon Allen (above), his partner of 23 years. Knowing that I have made annual pilgrimages to the Island House for the last several years, I’ve been getting messages from JMG readers …

I spent some time blogging from that yellow chair, but then things went nuts with New Mexico and Utah and I had to retreat to my room. Too many distractions!

The Island House has been sold out all week, but the patrons rarely seem to make it to breakfast at the poolside cafe.

The unflappable Spanky monitors the front desk at the Island House.

OK this is really only a hint of the pool, but you know, discretion.

Father Tony and I have arrived at Key West’s fabulous Island House for our annual visit. I’ll be blogging poolside for the next week, so expect more typos than usual.

Another fabulous week in Key West gone in a dizzying blur. Father Tony and I scarcely left the gorgeous Island House this time, except to revisit one of our favorite restaurants, El Siboney (twice!), and hit the charmingly ramshackle seafood joints like Bo’s Fish Wagon (cracked conch!) Huge thanks to Island House owner Jon and his very friendly team. I …

Early and quiet.

Yesterday, as an older couple situated themselves poolside at the Island House in Key West, I overheard a young, muscular handsome boy say something quite disparaging regarding their arrival.  Those ugly words had hardly left his lips when the apparent leader of his coterie of five equally beautiful men chastised him angrily, poking a finger in the subject’s chest: “Darling, …

Two furry little guys wandered into my Island House room this morning, wrestled around a bit, then laid staring disinterestedly at me.  Same as it ever was.

The Island House has added two more cats since my last visit. This is Harry snoozing at the front desk. His brother William is scampering around under the pool chairs. I haven’t yet seen my favorite, Oliver.